If this is your first visit, be sure to
check out the FAQ by clicking the
link above. You may have to register
before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages,
select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.

Traveling unraveling the conscious the past and present struggles
Keeping the mind free from being controlled by the mk
We all die one day so its useless to praise money
Demons on the rise conquering earth hiding in your church
And molesting your children the civilians blood spilling
From russia to rome we cherish worthless values
Mankind? There is no kind in man centuries of village pillages
Shade of skin does not define you it starts from within
Were all born into sin and guaranteed death
The body is the temple so be righteous men and woman
Easier said than done hard surviving the dirty slums
Protecting ourselves with knives and guns
Young to old a cold world we live in everything taken for granted
Unchanted thoughts one way or the other i will make my mark
Be it behind bars for a cause or a speech that defines a dream
Powered by the will to survive everyday is taken in stride
Bad mornings I've awaken to bad news but nothing's new
Were caged like animals in zoos institutionalized fools

Last edited by Mantra; 04-29-2016 at 07:31 PM.

My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah

Her exit would spell tragedy. Mouth truly dried by the one with the forest green headscarfed-ruby eyed-like the flags that fly in Dhaka; I’m glad I had a tongue paralysed at the time; wouldn’t have wanted to utter anything unwise.
She navigates like she flies-ripples in her fabrics when the wind roars-royal; the way her gown is sprawled over unworthy floors.
Loose clothing roaming; cradled by her fragrance as it homed in so, render me mute when our eyes meet. I see the earnest yet fiery glare; there’s spice in there. Does she invite, or indict my stares? The iris from which the light just blares; radiating a type of care that ignites and insights my prayers

Oh but I would
would stop and talk with you
only
I'm about to embark
on a 6 week motivational speaking tour
fishing lures
it was calm that day
I heard a cricket chirp
there was movement
oh how I miss the summer nor' easter
her face that morning
her skin like it had blessed by an angel
friday, it was never my proud.